A big ugly spotlight has been trained on misogyny and sexual mores in the US over the past two ugly, gods-forsaken years. Maybe the one good thing to come out of all this is the number of women who have said, “Okay, enough. I’m done taking it. I have held so much peace my bladder […]
Many many years ago, I belonged to a Pagan homeschooling forum. We were sharing our various holiday traditions one day, and one of our members shared a story that I just love. She said there was company over for dinner, and somehow something came up that her oldest daughter was feeling extremely grateful about, and
Everybody (at least in the US) that I have talked to since Tuesday has given me a nearly identical list of symptoms: exhausted for no reason, feeling very fragile and emotional, generalized pain or specific flare-ups of chronic inflammatory injuries, not able to focus, brain fog from Hell, and significant changes in appetite. How about
Follow me, follow me, follow me down Be brave, follow Keep on walking Follow me, follow me, follow me down Stay close, do not wander Keep walking, keep your wits Be brave, follow Follow me, follow me, deeper, follow Stay close, for the trees do not know you yet, mortal Stay close, for the trees
I was taking my shoes off at the top of the stairs after a gig; sure, I’d had a couple glasses of wine over a three hour show, but that is not very much at all. I’d done this maneuver a thousand times without a single problem, so when the push came, and I lost
I’ve been to some Halloween-themed stores recently, because it has been one of my favorite things to do when Autumn comes. But this year . . . something feels very different. I don’t know what or why, but it’s really harshing my buzz. Halloween, aka Samhain to us Earthy-Pagany types, is one of the best
Eager Night spreads velvety embraces earlier with each passing day. Those of us who relish Autumn’s gentling of the year are twilight lovers, too, and Autumn is twilight season as much as it is leaf-turning season. I love to watch night slip in like molasses, love to watch the world turn to gold as the
Harvest season has kicked in to overdrive, the sun is zooming southward (or northward for my southern hemisphere-dwelling friends) and there is a nip in the air that freshens every breath. I woke up yesterday morning and it was Autumn. Just like that. Thursday afternoon we had 93 degrees with heat indices over 100 and
We’ve talked about this before, but apparently it’s something we all need to keep top of mind as we head into yet another toxic and hideously ugly US election season. Those haters, nasties, man-splainers (even when they are women), underhanded, lyin’, cheatin’, dirty rotten scoundrels are up to the usual buffet of skullduggerous antics, blowing up
There’s a sinkhole in the street outside our house. Michael noticed something was wrong a few years back and started calling the city. They sent a couple guys around to have a look a couple years or so ago, who spent part of an afternoon pouring water from the hydrant down the street, watching it
